Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Fal. Mistris Ford, I cannot cog, I cannot prate (Mist.
Fal. Ford) now shall I sin in my wish; I would thy Husband
Fal. were dead, Ile speake it before the best Lord, I would
Fal. make thee my Lady.
Mist.Ford. Mist.Ford.
Mist.Ford. I your Lady Sir Iohn? Alas, I should bee a
Mist.Ford. pittifull Lady.
Fal. Fal.
Fal. Let the Court of France shew me such another:
Fal. I see how thine eye would emulate the Diamond: Thou
Fal. hast the right arched‑beauty of the brow, that becomes
Fal. the Ship‑tyre, the Tyre‑valiant, or any Tire of Venetian
Fal. admittance.
Mist.Ford. A plaine Kerchiefe, Sir Iohn:
Mist.Ford. My browes become nothing else, nor that well neither.
Fal. Thou art a tyrant to say so: thou wouldst make
Fal. an absolute Courtier, and the firme fixture of thy foote,
Fal. would giue an excellent motion to thy gate, in a semi‑